Unexpectedly, her thoughts drifted to Julian’s mother, Nathaniel’s sister. A woman infamous for having ended her husband’s life, which landed her in prison for six years.
When Miranda and she had talked about it before, she had sworn she’d never do such a thing. It just wasn’t worth it, she had said. Why ruin a perfectly good life over one man?
Yet, not long after that conversation, her own husband ended up in the hospital, thanks to a violent encounter with her, clinging to life by a thread.
What a mess!
Despite everything, she didn’t think she was entirely at fault. If Lysander hadn’t pushed her so hard, she wouldn’t have reacted the way she did. She had wanted to discuss a divorce like reasonable adults.
She was still young, didn’t want to end up in jail, and certainly didn’t want the burden of a death on her conscience.
The weight of these thoughts made it hard to enjoy breakfast, no matter how delicious it looked.
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Across the table, Forrest’s eyes never left Mila. He knew her too well, could easily read the worry etched on her face and guess what troubled her mind.
Setting down his coffee cup, he spoke softly, “I know some doctors over at Metropolitan Hospital. I’ll ask them to check on Lysander. Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”
Mila looked up instantly, gratitude washing over her. “Thank… thank you.”
Even after expressing her thanks, she felt it wasn’t enough and added with a self-conscious smile, “I seem to always be causing you trouble.”
Whether in the past or now, it seemed he was always the one looking out for her.
“I’m happy to help,” Forrest replied with a gentle smile.
Mila fell silent, slightly taken aback, but didn’t say more.
With the Lockwood family issues unresolved and more work to attend to, Forrest left after breakfast, leaving her with a promise.
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